Parallel
to my head in the clouds
they come
Circle, dive, thrash around
on wings white as snow;
their bodies
splash against the sapphire sky
like birches along the tracks
in front of a deep evergreen forest
somewhere near Тасино.
Devoid of inhibition
or dept to manners
they cascade
shout
tumble
glide
dance
as I watch
and weep with jealousy.
